Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Ouch!" The little fox shook his head, wrapped his paws around Wenshui's arm, and suddenly rushed toward Wenshui. Wenshui was so frightened that he took half a step back, and saw it turning around and crawling toward the window, disappearing into the night.

Wenshui touched the tip of his nose, turned around and went out, and saw Feng Tianjing asleep.

"Sweet dreams." Wenshui stood by the bed, pulled the quilt for her, turned and folded onto the sofa, lay there and turned sideways, looking at Feng Tianjing's sleeping face.

Early morning, not far away.

Han Changqing was leaning against the tree, smoking a cigarette, and saw Xiao Ran squatting on the ground.

"You don't need to be sad." Seeing this, Han Changqing threw away the cigarette butt and stepped forward, stepping next to Xiao Ran. He looked up and looked at Wenshui's bedroom light extinguished. He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Since Wenshui has betrayed you..."

Xiao Ran raised his head, stood up suddenly and ran towards the dark night.

"Where are you going?" Han Changqing looked worried and hurriedly caught up.

Xiao Ran walked quickly, took the car keys and took a detour, saying quietly: "I suddenly remembered something, which is very inappropriate."

After saying that, Xiao Ran disappeared from his sight. Han Changqing wanted to call him, but retracted his hand and said, "Avoiding the problem? It's shameless to ask the same question."

Thinking about Wenshui and Xiao Ran's actions at night, and then thinking about Wenshui and Feng Tianjing, Han Changqing rubbed his temples, feeling that this relationship was too messy.

Inside the courtyard house

Xiao Mohan sat alone by the bed, touched Gu Chuyan's forehead, held her hand with his fingertips and rubbed it gently until he heard a slight sound.

"Dad." Xiao Yijue's voice sounded.

Xiao Mohan turned around and looked at him. He had no shoes on his feet and was stained with mud. His body was covered with mud and water, and some of it was on his face. It was obvious that he had fallen.

"Why did you run back?" Xiao Mohan squatted down and picked him up.

Xiao Yijue was a little resistant, as if he was afraid of staining his clothes, he pushed it with his little hand, looked up towards the bed, put his little hand to his mouth, and whispered: "Shh".

Xiao Mohan carried him towards the bathroom, took a bath for him and put him into clean clothes.

"Master." The housekeeper's hurried footsteps were heard outside. He even forgot to knock on the door and ran in.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice. The housekeeper came after hearing the sound, opened the door and came in. He was sweating and said: "The young master is gone."

"Shh." Xiao Yijue stood there, lowering his head and tugging at the belt of his nightgown. When he heard the butler's voice, he turned around and dug in from behind Xiao Mohan, signaling the butler to be silent.

"Young, young master?" The housekeeper was shocked when he saw him.

Just now he went to the pharmacy to make medicine. He returned to Xiao Nan's room and found that Xiao Yijue was missing. The housekeeper was frightened. Although this was the Zhuo family compound, how bad would it be if something happened?

"How is grandpa doing?" Xiao Mohan wiped his hands and motioned for Xiao Yijue to go out.

Xiao Yijue lifted his little feet, stepped lightly on the ground, walked out, climbed to the sofa and sat down, looking at their figures in a cute manner.

"The master is old and can't afford to suffer. He has been ill for several days and his resistance has declined, so he can only drag it on! Wait for the medicine to be prepared." The housekeeper's voice was slightly trembling. He regarded Xiao Nan's life as his own and tried his best.

Xiao Mohan pursed his lips and remained silent, patted the butler on the shoulder and said, "Just take care of him, I will figure out other things."

After the housekeeper left, Xiao Mohan stood in front of the door for a long time before turning back.

Subconsciously looking towards the sofa, he didn't see Xiao Yijue. He walked lightly to the bed and saw Xiao Yijue lying on the bed, standing on tiptoe and looking at Gu Churuan.

"Shh." Feeling him approaching, Xiao Yijue turned his head and gestured to him.